The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

enough.

Call me now. What happened?

He flipped the phone over.

David, God bless him, said, “I think you should maybe call Brent.”

“David,” his mother snapped.

“What? He probably should.”

Nobody answered that.

Sophia looked at me with open dislike now, no more silky smile. “Did you target his deal on purpose?”

I laughed once.

That came out harsher than I meant continue reading …